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Chapter 1: Prosperity Turns to Dust, the Youth Returns to their First Meeting Holy Demon Continent, the Glorious Age, Year 6421. Late spring in the Pompeii Empire is always the gentlest sight on the entire continent. A prosperous age without disasters, free from the chaos of demons. The world was filled to the extreme with rich light elements, and the entire city of Xidi was bathed in warm sunlight. The long streets paved with white jade were spotless, and the thousand-year-old spiritual trees along the roadside remained evergreen. The gentle breeze carried the delicate fragrance of flowers, sweeping past one grand and elegant magical dome after another. This was the most prosperous and flourishing golden age of the human race. There were none of the dark years of shattered lands that came later, nor the despair of the demon race slaughtering living beings. The three great empires stood stable, the Glorious Church held absolute power over the world, thousands of mages roamed secret realms, and high-level inheritances were everywhere. Everyone believed in the light, everyone pursued cultivation, and their eyes were filled with the splendor of a prosperous age. No one knew that this seemingly everlasting prosperity would eventually be destroyed by a conspiracy born of human greed, ending in the tragic collapse of mountains and rivers, and the severing of civilization. Deep in the courtyard, sunlight filtered through layers of leaves, casting dappled and fragmented shadows. Standing on the bluestone ground was a youth of about twelve years old. The young Electrolux was still the Son of Light that everyone in the Glorious Age envied. His posture was slender and delicate, his features clean and clear, his skin a translucent white nurtured by years of bathing in the holy light, and his dark eyelashes were long and soft. His eyes should have been pure, sincere, and filled with sunlight and tenderness—the cleanest light in the world. But at this moment, deep within this youth's eyes lay the vicissitudes of eternity that no one could pierce through. His body was that of an innocent youth who had not yet experienced the world and whose talent was unmatched under heaven, but his soul was that of the Holy Necromancer who had endured over six thousand years of loneliness, commanded millions of undead, looked down upon the catastrophes of the mortal world, and seen through all the hypocrisy and baseness of human nature. He was reborn. From the eternal night and loneliness of the Undead Abyss, from the infamy of being cursed as a natural disaster by the world, from the end of Long Haochen's obsession with redemption, he had returned by sheer force to the very beginning, before any tragedy had occurred. He had returned to his youth, when he was still dazzling and pure, his family was safe and secure, the Church's hypocrisy was not yet revealed, and human hearts had not yet rotted. The wind was gentle, the fragrance of flowers was mild, and the surroundings were filled with the warmest hearth-fire atmosphere of a prosperous age. Spiritual energy flowed gently around his body, a unique nourishment belonging to a genius youth. To outsiders, he was merely a once-in-a-century genius of the Pompeii Empire, born with an innate internal spiritual energy of ninety-eight, having awakened the constitution of the Son of Light at the age of six. Famous at a young age, gentle, respectful, modest, and harboring light in his heart, he was the future that the entire empire and the entire Church spared no effort to cultivate. He was surrounded by gentle and pure spiritual energy, not the cold origin of a soul beast, but the clear spiritual energy of a top human mage. Even if ordinary cultivators, priests of the Church, or even the future Long Haochen and Tang San exerted their senses to the utmost to investigate, they would only see a clean, pure, and peerlessly talented youth of light. No one could see through to the mountains of corpses, seas of blood, and ten thousand years of sorrow buried deep within his soul. Not far in front of him, soft footsteps sounded. Holding the hem of her skirt, a young girl walked over, stepping on the fragmented light of the courtyard. She was lively and bright, the most dazzling royal pearl of the entire Pompeii Empire—Flo. At this moment, she was still young, her eyes lively, fresh and romantic, carrying a pure agility untainted by power. She was the one the young Electrolux of his past life had fallen in love with at first sight, treating her with all his tenderness. A meeting in youth, a heartbeat that lasted through the years. But the reborn Electrolux silently watched the bright girl before him, without a single trace of the fiery heartbeat of his youth in his eyes. His heart had already been completely frozen six thousand years ago in the despair of that bloody wedding and the slaughter of his entire family. He remembered the poisoned blade at the wedding, the pool of blood from his family's tragic deaths, the hypocritical faces of the Church, and how he had fallen into darkness, becoming a natural disaster, bearing the infamy of ten thousand generations, and enduring the loneliness of endless eternal night. He also remembered the subsequent release and redemption, and had seen pure, deceit-free, mutual love. He had long since seen through the nature of this youthful encounter. The tenderness of this prosperous age was fake, the praise of others was empty, and the romantic innocence before him would eventually be completely corroded by power and ambition. The twelve-year-old youth stood quietly in the blooming flowers and sunlight, looking as warm as jade on the outside with gentle eyes, still appearing to be that genius youth who believed in the light and possessed gentle compassion. No one knew that beneath this youth's skin, there was no longer the innocent and enthusiastic heart of a child. The prosperous age lay ahead, and a splendid future was in sight. But in the depths of Electrolux's heart, only a cold clarity remained after experiencing the wind and frost of eternity. Having a second chance, he did not long for the glory of a prosperous age, nor did he covet the affection of youth. In this life, he only wanted to protect his family's safety, tear apart all hypocritical conspiracies, cut down all the blood feuds of his past life, and make sure the tragedy that overturned this prosperous age would never happen again. The wind blew through the courtyard, and flowers fell upon his shoulders. The youth raised his eyes, looking at the girl walking toward him, the corners of his lips curving into a perfectly timed, gentle, and harmless smile. Everything begins anew.